GRATEFUL DEAD - Ain't Superstitious lyrics

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Meet me on the bottom, bring me my running shoes, When I come out the window, we ain't got time to lose. Well I ain't superstitious, but a black cat crossed my trail, Don't brush me with my broom, Babe, I just might land in jail. Well my right hand itchin', Babe, I get smothered by the shore, Look down you engine, Babe, but somebody got to go. Meet me on the bottom, Babe, bring me my running shoes, When I come out the window, Babe, we ain't got time to lose. Well I hope you are listening, when I come streaking by, Got a bad old man, Babe, and I'm too young to die. Well I ain't superstitious, but a black cat crossed my trail, Don't brush me with my broom, Babe, I just might land in jail. Dogs been barking all around my neighborhood, You give a sign, Babe, ain't do nobody no good.